WholeAgain (2 page)

Perhaps I’ve overstepped myself. Perhaps I need a little
reminder of… Mmm, my bottom is hot just thinking about it. (You know I’m biting
my lower lip now in anticipation.)

Hannah was too. Arousal wicked into her panties. Her
clitoris nudged the bottle, begging for a little of the action she bragged
about in the letter. Her nipples felt like stones inside her bra. She was
tempted to see if the bottle would fit inside her cunt. Desperate times,
desperate measures.

She closed her eyes and let the feelings absorb her. Fingers
wandered to her breast and toyed with the hard little bead. Her pussy screamed
in protest. She pulled the bottle away, widened her thighs and traced her
finger under her panty leg. God, she was wet! She dipped her finger into the
juices, drew it out and wiped it on the edge of the paper.

That would get his motor running. He’d be leaking some
juices of his own once he caught a whiff. If the scent lasted that long.

She focused on the letter once more and smiled.

Oops…I had to pause for a moment and indulge myself a
little. Can you smell me? My cream kissed this letter. Oh dear, getting
sidetracked again. I really do need to be taken in hand, don’t I? Back to my
nights…

Naturally, my bathroom play makes me come. Somehow it
doesn’t seem enough to satisfy me once I crawl into our big bed. I clutch your
pillow to me and inhale your scent. Yes, it’s true. I haven’t washed your
pillowcase since you left. By now it probably smells more like me than you, but
I can dream, can’t I? I press it to my breasts and rub them into it as I
imagine your head—or your rock-hard erection—nestled between them. I know how
you love to fuck my breasts. How you love the lash of my tongue over the head
of your penis as you thrust between the valley of them. Catch me if you can, it
seems to say. I can see that dare in your gleaming eyes. And, oh how you love
it when my lips close over the crown. The rapture on your face. The shudder
that ripples down your spine. Excuse me a moment while I indulge again.

Hannah crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tight to
keep her body in check. She wanted to come right now. That’s how Danny was
going to feel when he got the letter. He’d devour every word. He’d crave the
taste of her, the feel of her. He wouldn’t have the leisure of coming then.
He’d have to wait until he was done reading and somehow find alone time. She’d
wait until the end of the letter too. It was always the best when they came at
the same time. He’d know she waited for him. Hannah had every intention of
making him fully aware of that.

Often I’ll wedge the pillow between my thighs. I love how
it feels there. It’s especially nice when our favorite play toy fills my pussy.
I put it on low. It spreads me wide and hard, another shadow of what your cock
can do. I ride the pillow slowly, knowing that even if the miles separate us,
you are still the master of my body. Sometimes I take the smaller vibrator and
slide it into my ass. I force myself to prolong the pleasure, waiting, waiting,
waiting for release. You know how quickly certain things make me come. I can be
so impatient, can’t I? I know what happens to young women who come too
quickly—they have to do it all over again until they get the moment right. Very
impatient ladies find themselves over their lover’s lap. Oh the thrill of that
thought! I could really use a thorough spanking right now. Your belt setting
fire to my ass while my pussy drips onto your thigh and my clit fights to rub
against you. Talk about things that make me come quickly.

When I’m finally sated at night, I’ll lie naked in bed
and let exhaustion pull me to sleep. Your pillow remains against me. A crazy
ménage, isn’t it? Me, your pillow and the bathtub.

Well, my love…my only true love…I’m sorry this letter is
so short. Need is clawing at me now. It looks like early bedtime for me. You
will be in my thoughts in all I do, as you always are. And in my fevered
imagination you’re also in and on my body while I feed the craving only you can
truly relieve.

I love you madly (and want you badly),

Hannah

She set the pad and pen on the coffee table. Every nerve
ending felt aflame. Long strides carried her toward the bedroom. She stripped
her sundress off as she went, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Their
bedroom was darkened against the heat of the day. Hannah liked keeping it dark,
no matter what time of year. The atmosphere in there begged for liaisons. No
part of the house was off limits, but being in the bedroom always meant they
were going to take their time. Most of the time.

She smirked and pulled the drawer open on her night table.
Fingers closed about the glass dildo they’d purchased the year before. The fact
it didn’t vibrate put it toward the bottom of their play list, but it was
perfect for what she wanted right now. She peeled off her damp panties and
stretched out on their bed. One thrust seated the eight-inch toy deep inside.
Muscles contracted around it. Sweet sensation rolled over her skin. She gripped
the bedspread to keep from touching herself.

Once her body settled around the object, Hannah fumbled for
a butt plug. No need for lube this time. Her juices provided her with abundant
lubrication. She slipped the plug into her anus then stood, clenching tight to
keep the dildo in place. A sigh slipped from her throat. She loved the feeling
of being extra full.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall, imagining herself
naked before Danny, his to do with as he pleased. Most likely he’d turn her
around if he were here and use a hairbrush on her bottom.

Slow steps took her to the dresser. Her nipples were ripe
for plucking. As was the little lady swollen between her labia. She raked her
long blonde hair up and pinned it in place. The hairbrush called her name.
Breath held, she picked it up and rasped the bristles over her nipples. A gasp
clenched everything. Hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own.
She gripped the edge of the dresser and brought the wooden brush back down hard
on her butt.

Her body cried out for more. Hannah pushed her hips out and
struck the other cheek. Her clit screamed, “Please make me come.” She tightened
her grip on the hairbrush and reined in some measure of control. Then gave
herself the spanking she craved, and still wanted more.

Body quivering, Hannah forced herself to set the hairbrush
aside and walk to the bathroom.

A twist of her wrist turned the faucets on. She stepped into
the tub, eased down and parked first one foot and then the other on the wall
next to the faucet. Slowly she lifted her crotch into the flow of water.

Hannah moaned and arched into heaven. Seconds later orgasm
rippled through her. She forced herself to stay there, seeing Danny over
her—hot, ready and so delicious she wanted to eat him alive. Fingers curled
around the edge of the tub in a white-knuckled grip. She writhed under the
water, trying to get it just where she needed. Climax was longer in arriving
this time and three times as forceful. Her body quaked with release. As the
moment faded, she turned the water off and listened to it gurgle down the
drain. That was about how she felt—liquefied.

“I think that one deserves a little P.S.”

Danny Buckner was hot, tired, pretty much miserable and one
hundred percent frustrated. Enough dust and grime covered his body to create
another person. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been really clean. So
when he returned to his tent and found a stack of letters and a couple of
packages on his bunk, it made all the bad from the week go away.

His gaze zeroed in on the handwriting. Hannah’s flowing
script scored a path to his balls and cranked his penis to full staff. She’d
always had that effect on him. The mere hint of her was enough to make him hard
as hell. In record time she’d become the part of Danny he’d never realized was
missing until then. He proposed to her the first night they met. Of course she
didn’t accept. She’d thought it was a lousy pickup line. But her laughter had
sprinkled over his soul, drifted into his blood and imprinted her on his heart.

Military orders notwithstanding, they’d been inseparable
from that first moment. He’d proposed again a year later. And though physically
they might be apart, emotionally they were connected on a level impossible to
explain. He loved her like crazy. Craved her with an intensity that only grew
with each passing year, rather than diminishing. And that intensity was growing
pretty hard at that very minute.

Danny pulled off helmet and flak jacket and sank to his cot
as he dug out his pocketknife. He opened Hannah’s box first, knowing there’d be
something good to eat in there. The scent of peanut butter cookies wafted his
way the second he cut the tape.

“That ought to bring the guys running.”

She always made more than enough for everyone. It’s what most
of the wives did. The Marines appreciated it. But the fact these were blessed
by Hannah’s touch made them extra special. Smiling, he scooped up six, popped a
seventh in his mouth and balanced the rest on his thigh as he opened the
package from his grandma. Another score—oatmeal raisin cookies. He placed a
handful beside the others and set the box aside. In cookie heaven, Danny
shuffled through the stack of letters. He pulled Hannah’s from the pile,
ordered them by postmark, then stretched out on his narrow cot to read them.

This was the best part of any day—sharing with her. She
brought out the caveman in him. At home he’d barely step across the threshold
before he had her panties stripped and her bent over the couch. He’d stab his
erection deep into her molten core and feel peace and oneness wash over him. As
if he wasn’t complete until he could be inside her. The connection and her
ready acceptance chased away every frustration he’d dealt with during the day.
Just like she was doing now, even being half a world away. He slit the envelope
open with his knife, plucked the pages from within and brought the letter to
his nose.

Eyes closed, he inhaled the essence of Hannah’s
vanilla-scented perfume. The woman sure knew how to play to his sweet tooth. He
loved to bury his face against her neck, run his fingers through her long
blonde hair and breathe her in. The memory hardened him all the more, stretching
the buttons on his camouflage trousers to bursting.

Danny glanced around, saw he was alone and palmed his
erection. Images of Hannah’s fingers around his cock played through his mind.
Massaging his sac. Licking, sucking, teasing, rubbing. His testicles hugged his
body, swelling with the surge threatening to erupt. Danny forced his hand away.
He sure didn’t need to have his fellow Marines see him jack off. Oh sure, they
all did it. Some even bragged about it. As far as Danny was concerned, some
things were too precious to share. Giving himself a hand job was still the
equivalent of fucking his wife, because she was right there with him when he
did it. His inspiration, his every desire.

Pulling in a deep breath, he read her first letter. He loved
that she shared everything with him. It made him feel connected.

The garden looked good. The drip system they’d installed
before he left worked like a charm. Aphids on the roses—ladybugs to the rescue
there. Irises calling it quits for the summer. Maybe they could plant some
tulip bulbs when he got back.

No problems with his truck or her car. She switched off driving
each one. Got the oil changed.

She’d really grown attached to the house and hated the idea
of them getting orders and having to move. Danny understood how she felt.

The other wives had their moments. Nothing new there. The
same women complained whether their husbands were there or not. Some of the
poor Marines…

Ah, well, let it go.

He tucked the letter into the envelope and chomped down
another cookie as he picked up the next letter from her. He stretched out on
the cot and stacked his snack on his stomach. As before, he sliced the envelope
open, pulled out the letter and brought it up for a whiff.

Danny frowned when the scent of vanilla eluded him. His
heart thudded, worried something was wrong, puzzling over the elusive smell
weaving up from the pages.
New perfume?
He didn’t like that idea. He
wanted tried and true. He wanted Hannah’s smell. Still, there was a familiarity
about it. Something musky and…

“Holy shit!”

She’d sent him a whiff of pussy!

His hard-on before was nothing compared to now. His cock
screamed, “
Let me out!”
His body tingled as Danny opened the letter.
Words leaped out at him when he unfolded the pages.

Cock in so deep it’s kissing the back of my bellybutton…

Sweat bathes…

Voices outside snapped his attention up. He was lying there
with a hard-on big enough to raise a flag, Hannah’s letter clutched in his
sweaty, shaking fingers. Fingers that gripped the paper in order to keep out of
his pants. He flopped to his stomach, realizing too late his stash of cookies
were there when they crumbled to dust beneath him.

I’ll suck them up later.

His balls clenched at the word “suck”. He wanted to hump the
cot. It was a wonder he hadn’t torn a hole in the canvas, or burned a hole
through it.

Naughty of me…

“Hey, those cookies from Hannah?”

Danny jumped at the sound of Drummond’s voice. Peterson was
already rifling through the box.

“Yeah,” Danny replied. “Help yourself.”
Take them. Take
the whole box and leave. Now!

By some quirk of fate they did. Danny shrugged the tension
from his back. His eyes poured over Hannah’s words, absorbing every single one,
then reading from the start all over again, and again, until he knew one more
word would have him coming where he lay.

He rolled out of the cot and grabbed his flak jacket and
helmet. There was no way he’d be able to make it until nightfall. He could
barely think, much less walk. Using the helmet to shield his crotch, Danny
strode from the tent. When he saw the Marines hovered around the cookie boxes
like vultures, he knew the way to the head was clear. He darted beyond them,
parked the helmet where it belonged—on his skull—and strode toward what little
privacy he could find.

Once in the stall, he fumbled with the trouser buttons.
Finally, his penis sprang free of restraint. Danny let a muffled sigh ease from
him. Eyes closed, he took a moment to caress his sac, kneading while he
imagined Hannah’s nimble fingers at work, her tongue swirling over his cock head.
Looping his hand around the base of his erection, Danny grabbed a wad of toilet
paper. It wasn’t going to take much. If he sneezed right now he’d be coming.

He dared a stroke and pleasure shuddered through him. Sweat
sluiced off the goose bumps that erupted over his skin. He clenched his teeth
against a groan. Another stroke and his knees began to tremble, threatening to
pull him down. Danny braced his hand against the wall in front of him to get
his balance, then pushed his back into the door.

Often I’ll wedge the pillow between my thighs.

Fire licked down him. If Hannah were here right now… Another
shock zinged through him at the thought of being buried in her. She had the
tightest pussy in the world. He stroked and squeezed, trying to wrestle some
measure of control.

I used the hairbrush on myself. My bottom still craved
the swats from you.

God, he could see her over his lap,
feel
her squirm
with every spank he gave. He’d thrust his fingers into her cunt, her ass, then
toy her clit to—

His hips shot forward and the orgasm exploded from him.

Danny saw sparks flash behind his eyelids. Somehow he
managed to catch the semen, but anyone walking in now would know from his
heaving breaths what he’d been doing. At that point he didn’t care. All he
wanted was to curl up in Hannah’s arms and take a well-deserved nap. Right now
he felt more relaxed than he had in ages.

He righted his clothing, pulled in a good lungful of air and
walked out. The vultures around the cookie boxes had dispersed. That most
probably meant all the cookies were gone. He didn’t care. He’d already gotten
exactly what he needed.

Back in the tent, he dusted the crumbs into his palm and ate
them while he read through the rest of his mail. Hannah’s special letter rated
three more reads and damn if she didn’t make him hard all over again.
Thankfully, his earlier climax made this erection easier to deal with. He could
wait until bedtime.

What couldn’t wait was a response to her letter. He dug his
notepad from his backpack.

Hi, hot stuff,

I’d ask if you knew how hard you make me, but I think you
already know the answer to that one. I barely made it to the head I was so
hard. Each step pressed my hard-on against my trousers. It felt like I was
caught in a straightjacket and I came close to losing it more than once in my
rush. Then I unmanned myself by coming on less than ten strokes once I hit the
head. Shame on you for making me do that. You were naughty, so very, very
naughty.

Danny could almost hear the catch in her breath when she
read that. Her eyes would dilate and her nipples would harden. Her fingers
would itch to bare her bottom for him, an act that always earned her extra
spanks. They both knew she did that on purpose. There was something about
having her over his lap, sweet ass bare, pussy juices drenching his thigh. He
loved warming her bottom, then thrusting his fingers deep inside her. He’d fuck
her slowly, spank her some more, make her wait to come.

Of course, you know what must happen now. Since I’m not
there to take care of you properly, I’m trusting you to do what must be done.
Remember to use the soft leather belt. Your strokes must sting, but not bruise
that perfect rear end of yours. I’ll expect you to be bare as well as thorough
and methodical. Can you come? Why bother to ask, love? You know you won’t be
able to help yourself. You’ll think of how it feels when your breasts are
pressed against my thighs. How my cock feels all hard against your hip when you
writhe into the spanking. You’ll come all right. You’ll come hard. So will I
just thinking about it. Don’t forget a tap or two to your hard clit. Gentle,
love, enough to make it really want to explode. I’ll expect a full report. Give
yourself at least fifteen before you indulge yourself. I’d prefer twenty-five,
but will be lenient this time. When I come home, though…

I miss the feel of your hot body next to mine. I miss the
clench of your pussy around my cock, how it screams for me to be inside. The
smell of you, every part of you. Your laughter. Your lips. God, your lips. The
promise of them roaming my body, sucking the life out of me.

I think of the times you’ve bound me spread-eagle to our
big bed. Sweet torture. The way your nipples carve a path through the hair on
my legs. How your breasts cradle my erection, while your tongue twirls over and
over, then flashes into the slit at the top. The promise of release quickly
refused. I love being at your mercy. I love you being at mine too.

Of course, my day isn’t as interesting here as yours
might be. For some reason the other Marines don’t really care to see or hear me
jacking off. Go figure. (smile) My private times are limited to the darkness of
night. I lay in my cot and think of your body sliding over mine. Silken scarves
have my wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. You slither one over my body,
giving me that damn sexy smile when you see me shiver.

You toy with the under ridge of my penis, smiling again
when it twitches. Your tongue circles your lips as you lean toward the top.
Then you suck that little drop from the tip and I swear I’ll shoot. But,
determined you, you clamp your fist at the base and choke the climax into
submission. Naturally, I promise you another trip over my lap. And then you
slide our little toy slowly into my ass and I swear I could stay at your mercy
for eternity. They say it takes a real man to let his woman take control. I
don’t know who “they” are, but they’ve obviously never experienced you, and
they never will as long as I have breath in my body.

Oops, now who’s getting off track? Sorry.

So I’m lying in my cot, dreaming of you, the one who makes
me whole, the one who clearly holds my heart in her soft hands (and my cock
too). I’ve got my hand shoved in my shorts, slowly stroking. The thought of
sucking your tits yanks me to the edge. I pull away because I want this to last
a while. Not possible where you’re concerned. The instant my hand wraps around
my penis and I remember how your fingers feel, I’m at the edge again. I pump it
again and my balls crawl up tight, wanting in on the action.

If I were home right now, you’d be facedown over the back
of the couch quicker than you could blink. (laughing) I’d probably be coming
that quick too. Maybe I’ll do you in the car when you pick me up. That would
raise eyebrows. Think we’d get arrested? I don’t care. I want you. I need you.
I love you more than life itself. Sometimes I think I can’t breathe because
you’re not by my side. You are my reason for everything. You are everything
that’s right in my world. Wear a dress and no panties. I want to plunge my
fingers deep inside your slick crotch. Make you come while I drive us home.